Текст песни Camper Van Beethoven - Porpoise Mouth
Camper Van Beethoven - Porpoise Mouth слова песни
The white ducks flyAll past the sunTheir wings flap silver at the moonWhile waters rush down the mountaintopsMy [? ] plays circus tunesI dance to the wonders of your feetAnd I sing to the joy of your kneesThe cold white dress on the mountain crest[? ] the frozen treeThe maple-[? ] in the skyIt seems to kiss the windWhile scores of glittering [? ] [? ]I whistle symphonies of your faceAnd laughFor your hair is so fineIn startled reedsOf playground grassA child jumps rope to [? ]Reeds and grassThe marching drumThey make a joyous soundShe bends low with lust and loveAnd falls [? ] on the groundI hunger for your porpoise mouthAnd stand erect for loveThe sun burns up the winter skyAnd all the earth is love